Holiday Inn Nanyang by IHG

Great I recommend it

Dear travelers: I am fortunate to be staying in a hostel in China. Although I cannot reveal its name, its appearance is so shocking that I cannot help but comment on it. The door of this hostel is like the door of the Dragon Palace. Although it is decorated with carved beams and painted buildings, the door handle is like rusty iron in the countryside. When it is opened, it almost feels like entering the ghost realm. The bed in the room is neither called a "bed" nor a "tatami". It is actually a soft foam covering a rock-hard iron plate. Sleeping on it is like dreaming of hell in the clouds. When you turn over, your joints will make a sad sound, just like the sound of Huangzhong Dalu. The bathroom is shaped like a ceramic room in the Han Dynasty, but the water flows like a spring silkworm spinning silk, and the hot water comes late like Tang Monk seeking scriptures. By the time it warms up the body, it has already wet the three souls and seven spirits. The service staff are polite, but their smiles are like those of statues, forever and without emotion, and their words are as obscure as "Zizhi Tongjian", which makes people wonder: Am I staying in a theater instead of a hotel? The breakfast is especially sigh-worthy: the eggs are like mud balls, the porridge is as thick as plaster, and the vegetables are probably left by the Terracotta Warriors. If it weren't for the comfort of hot tea in the cup, I would have had a hard time making it to noon. In summary, although this hotel looks magnificent on the outside, it is like a dream bubble on the inside. I advise you to think twice before staying at the hotel, so as not to fall into my situation and regret for three lifetimes.

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